Thursday, September 30, 2010

i may sound like a pessimist or even ungrateful, i know. i hid my birthdate in facebook to avoid it being notified to all of my facebook friends today. dont get me wrong. i have nothing against birthdays.. it's just weird when you have hundreds of birthday wishes and half of them greeted just because they saw the notification another quarter just knew it was today. birthdays are not that big of a deal for me, i dont mind my friends forgetting them. i just want them to wish it because they remembered. remember me for who i am and for all the things we do together. not because of some notifications. and if u forget my birthday, it's okay.. because i cant even recall your birthday as well =D. birthday wishes? nahh..... a good ol "kau dah tua dowww.." is good enough for me =)

Monday, September 20, 2010

Suri: you're my knight in shining armour..
Tom: it was an honour.. but im no lancelot my dear guinevere
Suri: if only..
Tom: those two words are cruel.. and it'll remain as that
Suri: i'll be on my way now..
Tom: yeah... fly away
Suri: well.. that's what i do.. birds fly but pigeons always know their way home
Tom: if they're not caged.. yeah

About Me

Ripples and distortions to decorate life. Some would say that they're insignificant but some would say it is a form of art. I might tell you what you want to hear but i will also state everything that you fear.. This is my Utopian Lies..

"Because time is always one step in front of you.. so run Forest, run!!"

Song of the moment..

"Boiled Frogs"by Alexisonfire

[George:] A man sits at his deskOne year from retirement,And he's up for reviewNot quite sure what to do.Each passing yearThe workload grows.

[Dallas:] I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too lateFor things to go my wayIt always ends up the same(Count your blessings)I must be missing, I must be missing the pointYour signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise(Count your blessings on one hand)

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight.There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life

[George:] Poor little tin man, still swinging his axe,Even though his joints are clogged with rust.

[Wade:] My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away.Safe in monotony, (so safe), day after day(Count your blessings)My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away.Cold wind blows off the lake, and I know for sure that it's too late(Count your blessings on one hand)

[Dallas:] So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonightThere's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.

Can't help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single dayThere's no loyalty and no remorse.Youth sold for a pension chequeAnd it makes him fucking sickHe's heating up, he can't say no

(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight,There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.(So wait up)So wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonightBetween the light and shallow waves is where I'm going to dieWait up for meWait up for meWait up for me

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